Chapitre 671: Untitled

Ye Wei gritted her teeth. Mo Jue was on east wind and he would only roll his hand. While he thought of Eleven winning, he had to hand over the position of the banker. Little did he expect to win again and was on east wind twice.

Eleven clutched her face and perfectly covered her twitching lips. Ye Wei was about to stamp her to death and she wanted to cheat. Little did they expect Mo Jue to win again and played his tiles until their jaws dropped. If it weren't for Mo Jue's somewhat lost look, they were all about to suspect that he was merely goading them into letting down their guard by acting dumb.

"Wei Wei, this tile is good to play," Mo Jue slowly said with an excited look in his eyes. He was clearly getting a kick from it. Ye Wei was smiling very gorgeously. 'Damn it, Gorgeous Mo Jue, has your luck run out yet?'

'Is your luck just that good?'

If it were, she would not believe in heresy.